When it rains, it pours

I feel like I am coming back from a hiatus in life. These past few weeks have been wild- and by that, I don't mean fun.

I have been battling with extreme fatigue- I will get to that in another post- quite badly recently, so I didn't catch the symptoms of the flu until I had it full-blown.
The flu quickly developed into an upper respiratory infection.
I got a phone call from a very prestigious medical facility that I have been on the waitlist for MONTHS to meet with their physicians, saying that they denied my patient application. (If you didn't know patients have to apply to be seen at these type of medical facilities, now you know). I was crushed.

To be honest, I debated writing this blog because I don't have anything positive to say right now, and I definitely don't have anything inspirational coming out of me at the moment.
But I decided to post because of THIS IS LIFE.

It's easy for me to post a video of me doing a new exercise, or sitting calmly doing some meditation. But, the reality is I haven't been doing much of either of those these past few weeks. I've done some crying, some deep breathing to keep from crying, some rechanneling of angry thoughts and I have definitely been very crabby with the people around me. Sorry

Recovery isn't pretty.
We have good days and bad days, and often the number of bad days can outweigh the good.
We have disappointments.
We have hopes and wishes that the doctors will FINALLY tell us something we want to hear.
We have days that we miss appointments we wish we made it to.
We have appointments we make it to, that we wish we would have missed.
We are crabbiest to the ones we love.
We complain or moan about our pain.

But even with all of that,
WE ARE STRONG
.
It takes strength to get through bad days, bad weeks, or bad months.

I haven't had a great past few weeks, but I sure as hell got through it. And the next time that I have a rough time, I will look back to these past few weeks and know that I will get through it time and time again.

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